Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity-Chapter 381 - 239: High Altitude Sleeve Dance, Pei’s Dependence on Him Deepens Step by Step, Gradually Succumbing_3

The reason was that the three heads of the director team felt that the water sleeve dance wasn’t graceful enough and lacked expressive power in front of the camera.

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After all, the first three acts were explosive rap performances or drum symphonies and the like. Suddenly inserting an elegant water sleeve dance seemed to lack that final touch.

It indeed boosted the cultural vibe, but it didn’t have enough impact. To make the water sleeve dance impactful is quite a challenge unless the performer uses wires.

However, the venue was the city that never sleeps, not a studio, making it difficult to set up wires. Various reasons piled up, which is why the program kept being delayed.

In this afternoon’s creative meeting, the water sleeve dance was only mentioned in passing. It wasn’t discussed further, so it’s likely that the directors had already sentenced the program to death.

It’s worth mentioning that, after Xu Qingyan joined the creative team, his accommodations were upgraded. He had been staying in a nearby hotel room but was now given a dormitory.

The director team rented apartments in a nearby community, where the first two floors were occupied by their team, including Xiao Shujun.

As one of the creatives, his apartment was slightly bigger than Gan Wenchang’s. Overall, it was clean with all the necessary living facilities. Next door lived a director of technical arts who was over forty years old.

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Xu Qingyan tapped on his computer for half a day, analyzing the images in his mind’s film library. Just as he came up with an idea, a video call popped up.

It was from Pei Muchan, which was unusual for her to initiate.

With a beep, the call connected, revealing her breathtakingly beautiful face. Her lovely eyes fluttered twice on the screen before the camera shifted to the ceiling.

"What are you doing?" he asked, somewhat speechlessly, "Does looking at someone cost you flesh?"

Pei Muchan: "Your eyes wander."

"What do you mean? You can face the camera, but I can’t look?" Xu Qingyan said, shivering with cold, wondering when men could stand up for themselves. It really chilled him to the bone.

It must be said, children would probably like such a bold approach.

"You left without cleaning up the desk?" Pei Muchan’s half-face appeared in the frame, carefully covering her figure, "I see a lot of things on your desk that haven’t been put away."

"There’s no need, I might come back at any time," he said.

Pei Muchan pursed her lips, recalling the last time she inadvertently revealed her anxiety, and he really listened. He deliberately left the desk as it was, as a reminder.

It still felt empty after he left, making it easy to overthink.

"Oh, how’s everything with you?" Pei Muchan switched topics awkwardly, though unaccustomed to initiating contact, she still did so.

"Pretty good, lately I’ve been mulling over a dance program," he replied.

Hearing this, Pei Muchan was confused, "Aren’t you responsible for other projects? Writing songs isn’t strange, but since when have you had ideas for the stage?"

"Not really," Xu Qingyan sighed, "It’s a bit complicated. Basically, this program belongs to the dance director team, and now they’ve run into some trouble."

"I was thinking if I could lend a hand, get to know them a bit. If I can’t help, so be it."

"Oh, you’re so opportunistic," she joked.

"Indeed, I’m quite goal-oriented in the short term," Xu Qingyan said, "Especially now when I might need to ask others for help soon; I’m preparing in advance."

"Compared to you, it seems like I’m not ambitious at all," Pei Muchan said, propping up her head, her eyes downcast, "I already struggle with writing songs every day; I just can’t get into other things."

"Don’t rush, take it step by step," he said soothingly.

"You haven’t left your home in half a year, yet in just a few months you can go to the studio on your own and write songs in an orderly manner. That’s already quite impressive."

"First, master walking, then start running. Your songwriting is great too. My advice is to keep it up, slowly find your own rhythm. Take your time."

Pei Muchan: "...."

She felt increasingly reliant on him, yet she couldn’t deny that his words were indeed helpful and eased her anxiety.

After hanging up the video call, Pei Muchan thought again about the "Blue and White Porcelain" song.

After searching on QQ Music, she found that the comments on this song had soared to four thousand, with nearly ninety percent being lengthy positive reviews.

"This song is truly stunning; ’Blue and White Porcelain’, with its antique elegance, as clean and pure as moonlight. It beautifies itself in solitude, these five words really bring ’Blue and White Porcelain’ to life. Like in the misty rain of a sky-blue color, a lady in blue and white cheongsam stands on the pavilion, looking out with a gentle and refined elegance that resonates deeply."

"The sky-blue glaze is hard to achieve, only the temperature and humidity of misty rain are most suitable for firing the sky-blue glazed porcelain. But no one knows when the rain will come, so one can only... wait."

"The lyrics are so beautiful, I came after seeing the hot search about the Spring Festival Gala backstage. Instantly shocked by the lyricist’s ability, with such writing, who cares about any insider gossip of the Spring Festival Gala."

After reading, Pei Muchan lay on the bed and switched off the screen, resting it on her chest. Staring at the ceiling, she mused over how he could write such lyrics.

Sighing after a while.

The next day.

Zou Lewei seemed to be appearing less and less, and nobody knew where he was dispatched to do menial tasks, but "’Blue and White Porcelain" was brought up repeatedly.

A young girl from the director team really liked the song and asked Gan Wenchang for an autograph.

His face had ’sour grapes’ written all over it.

"Young girls these days blindly follow stars, totally oblivious to the singers’ true selves in private... Tsk tsk."